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There was
a poem
here.
It's gone now.
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I do not blame you
For leaving.
Within our hearts we tried.
Would you borrow
Some of his sorrow?
Keep it warm
Until the morrow.
What did you expect?
That it would last forever?
You knew;
We all knew.
I sit in unbroken silence
For I have nothing to say
To you.
Before love, you are human.
Before nation, you are human.
Before ideals, you are human.
A chronicle of letters simply addressed to Crow of Bree. Each envelope scroll is sealed and shows heavy weathering from long travel.
Help yourself to a seat. There is much to discuss.
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